“?”
Upon hearing Meng Lian’s words, the foul-mouthed loli’s face was filled with question marks.
Wait, are you serious?
At this moment, Meng Lian found himself engulfed in self-doubt.
Could it be that I’m really the chosen one?
Having witnessed everything that had just happened, Meng Lian understood that the shopkeeper meant that whoever could see the golden ball would be able to become a witch without drinking the potion.
But Meng Lian felt that, given his luck, it was unlikely he would suddenly encounter a game-changer like this!
For a moment, Meng Lian and the foul-mouthed loli stared at each other, and the atmosphere became awkward.
“Can you really see it?”
The foul-mouthed loli also became serious, her little face taking on a stern expression, which made Meng Lian feel tense as well.
“Yes, you’re holding a golden ball in your hand with some markings on it. Just a moment ago, I even saw a golden dragon shadow inside!”
Seeing Meng Lian describe it so vividly, the loli believed he wasn’t lying.
“Oh my, what good luck! I didn’t expect to encounter this on the first day. I wonder how that guy Mo Du will thank me.”
“My name is Tao Zhuo, by the way. Go on.”
For some reason, the foul-mouthed loli named Tao Zhuo seemed relieved. She casually tossed the golden ball to Meng Lian. He instinctively fumbled to catch it.
Just like that?
Meng Lian looked at the golden ball in his hand, feeling somewhat incredulous.
It was that simple to give it to him?
Something felt off.
“Who’s trying to trick you? You think this is your game-changer? Forget it! Stop reading novels! This is the Shadow of the Shenchong Dragon. Only those with talent in illusion can see it. If you can see it, it means you have good talent in illusion. With this, you won’t need to rely on witch potions to become a witch.”
Tao Zhuo seemed to have mind-reading abilities. She rolled her eyes and said irritably.
Shadow of the Shenchong Dragon? Illusion? Talent in illusion?
He?
Meng Lian was a bit skeptical. In the Alliance, he had no cultivation talent, so how did he suddenly have talent in illusion here in the Witch Academy?
Could it be that this little loli was trying to fool him?
“Who the hell has time to trick you? You’re not giving me any credit. Just take it! If you sleep with the Shadow of the Shenchong Dragon, you’ll successfully become a witch.”
Damn it, this person has an ability to read minds!
“Everything you’re thinking is written all over your face. Anyone can guess what you’re thinking.”
Tao Zhuo observed Meng Lian’s expressive face and felt a bit speechless.
What’s wrong with this new student? Why don’t they believe what the senior says? It’s truly disheartening.
“So what do I need to do?”
Although Tao Zhuo had said a lot, Meng Lian remained half-convinced. He felt that something so good wouldn’t come without a catch.
“What can you do? Are you going to offer me free services after you become a witch?”
Tao Zhuo laughed at Meng Lian’s words. Noticing his embarrassment, she waved her hand and said, “This thing originally belongs to you, but there is one thing you’re right about: this thing isn’t given for free. You just need to come back to me after you successfully become a witch. I’ll introduce you to someone later.”
After saying that, Tao Zhuo shooed Meng Lian away.
Walking out of the souvenir shop, Meng Lian stood on the street, listening to the incessant calls of vendors around him, feeling a bit surreal.
New students around him were spending all their credits to buy witch potions, and some were even taking out high-interest loans just to pass the entrance exam. Yet he only had to sleep with this golden ball for one night to pass the exam. The contrast made him feel a hint of disappointment.
It felt like he had missed an opportunity where he could just lie there and have the older sisters play with him every day to earn credits…
Wait, what am I thinking?
Meng Lian suddenly snapped back to reality and looked around nervously.
He had actually felt regret!
But regret for what? Passing the exam without needing a loan was the kind of opportunity every new student dreamed of. Why was he feeling regretful?
Surely he didn’t secretly desire to be played with by older sisters?
Thinking this, Meng Lian couldn’t help but shiver.
That’s strange! How could he think like that?
He was an undercover agent for the Alliance, not some unsatisfied witch!
These thoughts felt as if someone was hinting at him, suggesting that he was some kind of extreme masochist.
Yeah, it must be the witches! They must be using some method to suggest this to him.
Otherwise, how could he have such shameless and filthy thoughts?
In the end, Meng Lian decided to put the blame on the witches, which made him feel a bit better inside.
Everything is the witches’ fault!
Meng Lian looked up at the sky and noticed it was getting late, so he headed toward the dormitory building.
On the way, he didn’t put away the Shadow of the Shenchong Dragon; he held it in his hands, wanting to see if anyone else could see this golden ball.
When he found his dormitory, he stood in front of the door and finally sighed in relief.
Tao Zhuo hadn’t lied to him; others really couldn’t see it. It seemed he was the only one who could see it.
He put the Shadow of the Shenchong Dragon in his pocket and temporarily pushed the matter aside.
Now, he faced a difficult problem.
He seemed to have forgotten how to open the dormitory door.
This was awkward. Bai Wei hadn’t given them anything resembling a key. Moreover, Meng Lian didn’t see a keyhole; there was only a small black screen on the doorknob, and he didn’t know its purpose.
“Student, just scan the code; it’s in the Daily Campus app.”
At that moment, a clear voice sounded beside him.
Meng Lian turned to see his neighbor. The girl had sky-blue long hair, which matched her cerulean eyes, making Meng Lian unconsciously think of the sky after a rain.
But what stood out the most was the blue halo hovering above the back of her head, which was the symbol of the Tianhuan tribe.
“Hello, I’m Jia Baili. If I’m not mistaken, you should also be in First Year Class Three, right?”
The witch dormitories were single rooms, and the apartments were co-ed. Logically, students from the same class should be assigned to the same area.
“Hello, I’m Meng Lian.”
Meng Lian had some impression of Jia Baili; after all, the Tianhuan tribe was rare, and it was hard not to notice a member of the Tianhuan tribe applying to the Witch Academy.
“Meng Lian, that’s a nice name.”
Jia Baili smiled, her eyes crescent-shaped like two small moons. “I remember you didn’t join the group, right? Why don’t you add me first, and I’ll pull you into the group?”
“Group? I thought I joined already?”
Meng Lian felt a bit confused.
“Not that class group, but a small group we students created ourselves. There are no teachers in this group, so we can talk about things we can’t say in front of the teachers.”
“Like witch potions.”
Jia Baili discreetly glanced at Meng Lian. She noticed that this boy, who looked quite ordinary, had empty hands and a glimmer of confusion in her eyes.
As a member of the Tianhuan tribe, her spiritual power far exceeded that of other races, and the halo behind her head was a manifestation of that power, allowing her to have a remarkable memory; she could remember anything at a glance.
So even though Meng Lian was trying to lower his presence, Jia Baili recognized him as being in the same class immediately.
However, what puzzled Jia Baili was that Meng Lian hadn’t prepared any witch potions. His pockets were flat, as if he hadn’t brought anything. It was worth noting that many new students were wandering the hallway with their pockets bulging, all full of potions. Jia Baili herself was holding a bottle.
Thus, Meng Lian’s situation stood out starkly.
But Jia Baili simply assumed Meng Lian was taking his time and not in a hurry, so she didn’t think much of it. She raised her phone to show Meng Lian her QQ code. “Adding each other won’t hurt. We’ll exchange some information we find in the group, which will definitely help us with the exam.”
Seeing no harm in it, Meng Lian reluctantly added Jia Baili as a friend.
“Thank you.”
Jia Baili’s avatar was a blue bird. She pulled Meng Lian into the group: First Year Class Three Underground Team.
“It’s nothing; we’re classmates, so we should help each other.”
Jia Baili smiled and then walked into her dormitory.
Her room was 403, while Meng Lian’s was 404.
Meng Lian opened the Daily Campus app, found his student ID, and scanned it at the dormitory door. The door immediately opened.
The dormitory was quite spacious. Upon entering, he saw a large bed. To his left was a bathroom area, and opposite was a wardrobe. He casually pulled it open and was instantly startled, quickly shutting the door.
Did he enter the wrong dormitory? Why were there only black lace women’s underwear in the wardrobe?
Meng Lian quietly took a step back to check the door number. No mistake! It was indeed 404.
However, he quickly realized that this was likely prepared by the academy, worried that new witches wouldn’t have money to buy clothes after transformation.
Though it was a kind gesture, why did Meng Lian feel like the academy was doing it on purpose?
After all, black lace underwear? Are you sure this is meant for students?
Sighing in despair, Meng Lian closed the door and lay down on the bed, feeling a sense of bleakness about his future.
At that moment, his phone vibrated. When he opened it, he saw a message from the group he had just joined.
The group chat was buzzing with activity, and they were discussing witch potions.